As I fell from the place I had served in so long, my wings were tattered and torn, as I floated towards the blue-green world below, as I split their skies, I felt the pain of loss and sorrow for the first time. "How could he do this to me?" his most perfect creation. But soon my friend hatred showed up, giving me the strength to raise myself from the ground, I raised my fist to the heavens that used to be my home. Shouting I am IBLIS, I am ARHIMAN, I will never be defeated. I am the bright morning sun, and my wrath on this world will be incendiary. For thousands of years to come, I will plague this place. I will reign down upon them plagues and locusts without end. Just because of you!! They will mistrust each other and know wars without end and many will die. JUST BECAUSE OF YOU!!! I will create a fiery kingdom and be followed by an army of millions. There will come a judgement day upon you and your legion of believers. For they are all false prophets, flickering on a silver screen. Saying; you are the light, the way, to salvation of their immortal souls. For in their final hour, they do not realize that it is not enough to just believe, but they must "UNDERSTAND"!!!!
From one of your prophets these words ring loud:
II. HERMAS.7.......For this fear dwelleth in good desires; and when evil coveting shall see thee armed with the fear of the Lord, and resisting it, it will fly far from thee, and not appearing before thee, but be afraid of the armour.
...................THIS IS THE END OF NOTHING!!!!



0 comments:
Post a Comment